my shadow

[InThePooPoo]

Some things aren't meant to be.

I was desperate. I had been for a very long time.
The ball coming up was just a catalyst for all that need.

I needed to be able to see.
I wanted it so badly that my heart tried to jump out of my chest.
The moment he offered it to me, 
I didn't even hesitate.

There was no thought of how or why.



It didn't matter.
Even when he put them in my head...
and I could feel the rot inside me fester even more.
The barking had been replaced.

Screams.

A face. I saw a face for the very first time.
She was dying -
and we were killing her.

Me and the rest of the walking dead.
The damned. 

They're still there with me when I sleep.
So is she.
The woman with the rags over her eyes.

I thought it would go away after I lost them,
and Sigismund... fixed me.

It just seems to have gotten worse.
I hear them while I'm awake.
I see them when I close my eyes.

I tried looking in a mirror too.
I don't see myself. 






I see them watching me.